I mean, yes, talking used to be one of my primary jobs, but... Ouch.
[ Unbelievable. Unbelievable!!!
...After a beat, he decides he's satisfied with the word soup in his head. ]
There was some desperation in the decision. I think we realized at some point that we... needed each other. Something like that. We keep each other grounded, especially when our Shadows try to push into making decisions we don't want to do.
I think that's as simple of an explanation that I can offer.
she shuts her eyes, tries to imagine something like that. comes up only with the time that she'd spent with darcy, before darcy had turned their back on her; and the time in the mine, with aristaeus, before he had done the same.
maybe there's something about her. or maybe those were their shadows, cast too long to contend with. ]
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doesnt everyone cook and clean
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I won't argue for or against getting a soulmate, but I can say from recent experiences that they're more useful than I initially thought they'd be.
[ Or maybe that's just his fondness for Hibiki bleeding through. Hm. ]
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shes useful?
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It was an impulsive decision, now that I look back at it.
Finding the words to explain my reasoning is hard.
[ And he knows a lot of words. ]
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[ Unbelievable. Unbelievable!!!
...After a beat, he decides he's satisfied with the word soup in his head. ]
There was some desperation in the decision. I think we realized at some point that we... needed each other. Something like that. We keep each other grounded, especially when our Shadows try to push into making decisions we don't want to do.
I think that's as simple of an explanation that I can offer.
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Then we'll have to deal with the consequences. Just like with any other action.
But
This is hard to admit.
I'm used to always handling my problems on my own, even though I insist on helping others with theirs. I'm a hypocrite, I know.
But I want to be able to stand with her so we can face our Shadows down together.
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[ a good ideal. something worth aspiring to.
she shuts her eyes, tries to imagine something like that. comes up only with the time that she'd spent with darcy, before darcy had turned their back on her; and the time in the mine, with aristaeus, before he had done the same.
maybe there's something about her. or maybe those were their shadows, cast too long to contend with. ]